There is darkness and stillness outside. I didn’t kiss you Goodnight because I was overwhelmed with exhaustion, falling quite suddenly, into a deep and lonely sleep, at about half nine, and now it’s almost five AM, and I am in my garden, listening to the whispers of the wind, early birdsong and the talking of…

Escaping out the window, I rest on the roof, chirping like a little bird, soaking up the sweetness of the sun. I write a love song with the harmonising wind, keeping a fragment of your voice inside my inner monologue, for those moments when my body feels like it can’t survive another day without being…

Late love, under the stars, under covers, under the influence of how soft your voice is when you’re with me, how soft your hands behave when they’re with me. Midnight rendezvous, tied together, tied up in this mad romance, my veins are clean, but I am intoxicated, eyes closed as you pull me closer, the…

There have been many sweet kisses, in many sweet places, but the sweetest and most special, happened somewhere so unspectacular. September night, my heart heavy at the thought of going home alone, when you’d spent so long making my world feel full. You made those hours feel like heaven, and as we kissed outside your…

When I think about you, I see the sunrise, in the back of my mind, because I wrote a song, alone in my bedroom, about how it felt to watch you wake up, a swarm of butterflies underneath the sheets with me, as the sun sat on the windowsill, watching you, along with me, the…